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I'm gold and platinum Then why do I feel like the mud, stucked under your ride's hooves? You say you're a king? Then I just became your crown, Don't cast me in the box of your jewellery, For I'm sparkly and shiny by nature, On your head you should carry me, Don't mistreat me with thick dust and dirt, But if you wouldn't, if you can't, if you don't want to, The farther you put me down, The more I ****** your gold and glitters, Before I vanish into thin air
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Gold and Platinum
I'm gold and platinum Then why do I feel like the mud, stucked under your ride's hooves? You say you're a king? Then I just became your crown, Don't cast me in the box of your jewellery, For I'm sparkly and shiny by nature, On your head you should carry me, Don't mistreat me with thick dust and dirt, But if you wouldn't, if you can't, if you don't want to, The farther you put me down, The more I ****** your gold and glitters, Before I vanish into thin air
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27/F/Nigerian
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
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